This ain't Hell, but you can see it from here

Author: Ex-PH2

  • Wednesday Morning Feel Good Stories

     

    Here are a couple of Feel Good stories to start the day. Thanks to Dave Hardin for sending them.  And remember, crime does not pay.

    It seems Houston, TX has had an outbreak of people wanting to shop for Guns during the wee hours of the night.  Evidently, a few employees of one Gun Shop decided to hang around the FEBA.  Whad’Ya Know, they nabbed a couple of bandits trying to break in, the rest of their compadres  amscrayed most riki-tik.  There was no evidence at the scene that the would be robbers had completed the proper paperwork required to purchase a firearm.

    A home owner in Slidell, LA heard noises outside his home.  He observed a man beating on his vehicle and screaming.  It appears when the homeowner asked the crazed trespasser to leave his property, the soon to be DRT loon decided to charge at him.  I guess merely showing someone who is chemically removed from reality a gun doesn’t always stop them.  A proper site picture almost always does.   

     

     

  • A bit of whimsy

    by Poetrooper

    Jean Kerry revisits scene of crime VN Express and other news sources are reporting that Jean Fraud Kerry has returned to the Mekong Delta, ostensibly on a trade mission (yeah, right, with only days remaining in office), but far more likely to revisit the scene of the war crime he tried to perpetrate against the American people when the criminal Democrats nominated him as their presidential candidate in 2004.

    Landing in Hanoi late Thursday, Kerry begins his official two-day visit on Friday. He will meet with Prime Minister Nguyen Xuan Phuc and other senior Vietnamese officials in Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City. On Saturday he will also tour the Mekong Delta, where he served as a commander of an American patrol boat during the Vietnam War.

    Personally, I’m thinking about emailing that premier whose name is pronounced Win Wan Phuc and telling him,

    “On behalf of the American veterans community, you Win Wan; you can Kiep Dys Phuc.”

  • Tuesday’s Feel Good Stories

    The following were kindly supplied by the irascible Dave Hardin.  I hope the linkie thingies work like they’re supposed to.

    OH: Craigslist to Attempted Robbery to Gunfight to Hospital

    Ronald Henderson, 18, went to a Brushmore Avenue Northwest home in Plain Township on Thursday afternoon to purchase a cellphone from a 57-year-old man who lived there.
    Deputies reported that the two quarreled, Henderson grew agitated, assaulted the man and attempted to rob him at gunpoint.
    The homeowner responded by drawing his own gun and shooting Henderson. The home­owner suffered wounds that were not life-threatening, authorities said.
    More Here

    AZ: Man Shoots Tresspasser who Attacked Him

    Police said witnesses saw a fight involving three men before hearing a shot that was fired.
    In their investigation, police learned the person who was shot, a man, had been asked to leave the property by the homeowner. The homeowner was then assaulted by the individual, and during the assault the homeowner opened fire.
    More Here

    NY: Gun Beats Ice Pick in New York Taxi

    Gates, N.Y. (WHAM) – A Rochester taxi driver says he was forced to pull a gun to protect him from a passenger who tried to attack him with an ice pick.
    “I believe she would have killed me had if i had been close enough to her,” said Collin Green, the man who drove the taxi.
    More Here

     

     

  • Open Thread for Today

    Open Thread for Today

    I’m not sure what’s going on, and TSO has not heard anything, either, so if you want to just post best wishes or whatever, please do it here.

    Thanks.

    UPDATE: I have limited information about Our Glorious Leader, but when an update IS available about him and his whereabouts, either TSO or I will advise you posthaste.

    UPDATE OF UPDATE: he is in a hospital in MD, and is posting on Facebook. Since I don’t do Facebook, could someone say “HI!” to him for me?  Thanks. Ex-PH2

  • The Snowflakes Just Don’t Get It

    I’m posting this article now, since I don’t know what’s going on right now.  I did send an inquiry off to TSO. – Ex-PH2

    The general impression of the Great Depression was that it built character in a lot of people. I’ve heard complaints about Roosevelt’s administration, but if he hadn’t put those work programs into effect, just to get people back to work, we wouldn’t have the national parks we have now, and the trades which built the skills that built the Empire State Building and put US fighter planes into the air during WWII might not have become as important as they were then and still are, and the Depression might have gone on much longer than it did.  It wasn’t that there was no work. If you had no job skills, you simply couldn’t find employment. It’s not to say that it had no impact. My mother worked for the WPA, and when that ended, for a bookstore in Chicago. She repeatedly emphasized to me how she had to stretch her paycheck to pay for her rent, food and transportation.

     

    But the real impact of economic hardship like the Great Depression is something that has not happened in nearly 100 years, and is just a phrase in a book to the current crop of SJW howler monkeys (HT to Nicki for that) whose screaming for ‘justice and equality’ conflicts with the reality that we see on a daily basis. They are ONLY a small percentage of their generation, but unfortunately, they are the noisiest. I do NOT paint the entire group with the same brush, but it is the loudest squeaky wheel that gets the most media attention.

     

    I’m convinced that those who are howling the loudest are actually feeling the least impact, and are making noise just to get attention and nothing else. They aren’t going hungry or feeling the bite of winter’s cold, or sleeping on the sidewalk on Lower Wacker Drive. They are, however, the noisiest, and seem intent on giving everyone in their generation a bad rep, even though they do NOT represent everyone in their generational group.

     

    I’ve seen far more young adults joining the real world work force, becoming nurses, veterinarians, accountants, firefighters, EMTs, mechanics, paralegals, working in science and tech engineering fields, engaging in competitive sports of all kinds, and NOT joining the SJW Howlers or going along with their self-involved nonsense.

     

    Whatever the Howlers were expecting in the way of social revolution, it is not going to happen. They aren’t really interested in equality and coexistence. They show up to foment disruption. Engaging in those protests is already shortening their work week to part-time with no benefits of any kind, and a demand for an unrealistic minimum wage will not only raise prices at fast food joints and other low-paying jobs, but will also increase inflation as well as the rate of automation and job loss, while those whose education is directly related to real job skills like programming or systems engineering or nursing are going to flourish.

     

    A complaint about the loss of a grocery store is legitimate if it creates a food desert, but does that justify making peculiar threats during a protest march? No, it does not.  That comes from the noisy malcontents who have no solution but want everything handed to them, because they think they’re entitled to it, when they aren’t. If you want something, you still have to earn it.  Ain’t nobody owes you nothin’, kiddo.

     

    I’m not sure that any of the noisiest noisemakers are even gainfully employed.  If you have a good job, why would you take time off from it to go make loud, threatening noises in a public protest over a contest you lost, or over what turns out to be fiction meant to generate hysterics?  If you work in a labor-intensive field like systems engineering or programming, you don’t have time for that kind of antisocial nonsense.

     

    The loudest SJW Howler Monkeys frequently have the lowest level of employability with zero job skills. They come out of college with a useless degree, and they also have a huge college loan debt. They might find work in a copy/print shop or pushing coffee across a counter, minimum wage jobs if there ever were, but I don’t think they last long.. My guess is that waitresses at roadside diners have a higher customer base with tips for their services. The latest report on wages is that most college grads are starting at $10,000/year less than their parents did. That’s almost back to 1975 wages, you know.  After taxes, there isn’t much left in the pay packet to pay the bills and the rent and put food on the table, never mind buy all those toys and junk that they take for granted. If your apartment rent for a studio is $1350/month**, and city market food prices are inflated well above those out in the counties because of logistics expenses, never mind the tax on groceries, stretching a food budget of $275/month for one person can become a nightmare when you’re also paying off a college loan, buying clothing for work, and paying for bus fare to get to your job.  **Yes, that is real rent for a studio apartment in Chicago now.

     

    I can tell you exactly what is going to happen. Those quieter people will still be employed when the fast food stands and coffee shops close or cut back on employees because ordering food at the drive-up window only requires pushing buttons and tapping your card at the window.

     

    We already pump our own gas at the gas station. Machines dispense everything from chips to drinks, including chilled water, and you can use your bank card for that at the machines.  McD’s doesn’t bother with filling your cup for you if you’re indoors. You do it yourself.  I fully expect to see permanent robots filling and dispensing prescriptions within the next five to eight years. No human interaction is required.  The advent of viable self-directed vehicles may result in SDVs for short trips that do not require a driver, lowering the cost to the passenger. It’s already in place with bicycles in some cities. Walmart now has self-checkout available. Why do they need cashiers if you don’t have a huge load of stuff? I don’t even have to drive to the pet shop to get cat food. I can order everything I need online and it’s delivered within three working days.

     

    While I would not wish an economic crash on anyone, some financial forecasters are forecasting volatile, shocking, rough times ahead. These are people who predicted the 2009 crash and financial debacle several years ahead of that event.

     

    The spoiled, screeching, slacker snowflakes of this generation are completely unprepared for it.  It will either snap them out of their fantasies, or they will become lost in the mess and never recover. Their quieter, less noisy counterparts will roll with the punches and leave them behind in the dust.

     

    Welcome to the real world, kids.

  • The Closet Monsters

    Now that we’ve all had a chance to dissect, point and giggle at Ned the Wannabe-a-Reporter For Real, if you go back to the text of his article and read it carefully, you can see a behavior pattern buried in it that we’ve seen elsewhere.

    Most of us don’t usually give away clues to our behavior, but it comes from the Leftard side of the political fence like a Banshee out of Hell, wailing ‘Doom on you! Doom on you!’ like those dodos in Disney’s ‘Ice Age II’. The dodo is extinct because it was dumber than a box of bent screws. As an inhabitant of the island of Mauritius, with no exposure to predators, the dodo had lost its ability to fly and had no instinctive flight response when attacked. They were, in fact, so unaware of danger that they’d walk right up to sailors, hence the term ‘dumb as a dodo’. The crews of 17th century spice trade ships found the 50-pound birds to be a fine source of fresh meat. The modern equivalent is that bunch of nitwits who held a protest in the dark on a busy interstate, wearing dark clothing and holding up lit-up cellphones.

    The subject referenced in Poetrooper’s article about Ned Resnikof, a modern-day dodo in the truest sense of the word, is rather disturbing. There is an entire population demographic in this country of people whose sense of real danger is as extinct as the dodo’s, but whose buried anger roils and boils to the surface in strange ways. It appears in this generation of overgrown children doing things that the rest of us view as completely uncivilized. The turmoil these groups create is about imaginary wrongs, things that have either been settled and corrected, or never really happened. But they shove all of that aside in hysterical, screaming rants that do nothing more than make them look as dumb as those extinct dodo birds. They have no idea what real oppression was like and never will. They don’t understand real danger, so everything is suspect. They’ve never been allowed to lose, they don’t understand competition and don’t like it, they can barely speak in an articulate way, and they are boiling with fear and anger that they have been trained to suppress in a very unhealthy way.

    They also generate Closet Monster fears over nothing.

    This Neddie Resnikof calls a plumber to unclog a drain, but doesn’t think of acting like a grownup, asking the plumber smart questions about how to keep it from happening again, what to do if there’s a freeze and the water lines are compromised – you know what I mean: the normal things you’d ask a plumber who is there on your dime and you don’t really want to have to call him back. Instead, Neddie worries about the plumber’s imaginary politics, whether or not the plumber will think he’s Jewish for some odd reason, and whether or not he, Needy Numbnuts, looks ‘white’ enough to make the plumber happy with – with what?

    If that plumber is real, he went back to the shop and said ‘Don’t send me to that goofball ever again. Ever.’ Personally, I doubt seriously that the plumber incident even happened, for various reasons, one reason being that apartments in Washington, DC, have building managers and janitors whose job is to keep the plumbing running smoothly. I lived in that area for several years. Kinda know what I’m talking about. This assumes, of course, that he actually lives in WDC, because I can’t imagine him living in Fairfax or Chevy Chase. On the other hand, if he still lives in NYC and telecommutes to ThinkProgress, now that he’s no longer at Al Jazeera or International Business Times, the expense of living in NYC is so outlandish that any building he might live in will definitely have its own engineering crew.

    Thus the Tale of the Scary White Plumber falls flat on its face, and then you start to see the disturbing pattern of behavior in it. The Closet Monsters imagined by Needy Neddie and that idiot Kersh Guntzman are concocted out of a very desperate need to be dominated by someone else. If you recall Kuntzman’s description of his ridiculous episode of Fear and Loathing With a Gun, the adrenaline pounding through his veins over merely touching that weapon must have been at epic levels. Prior to that, there was an article online from Glamour Magazine by some female dingbat who decided to somehow Defy Something by purchasing a hand gun for herself and confessed to shaking visibly, like a leaf on a twig in a high wind, as if she’d been caught partaking of forbidden fruit. Both of them and Neddie, too, were given a jolt of adrenaline and failed to react properly to it.

    Bear in mind that neither of those gun-fearing dweebs was told ‘you are required to own a gun’. It was completely voluntary. An adrenaline surge like theirs is triggered by the fight-or-flight response to danger, something that neither of those morons recognized. The same fight-or-flight response ramped up in Needie Neddy Resnikoff over nothing. In all three of these incidents, which may or may not have happened, each of them describes some sort of physical chill or thrill, something you’d expect from seeing a train coming at you when your car stalls on the train tracks. You and I would vacate the car quickly. They would sit and wait for help, quite sure that the train would stop just for them.

    The adrenaline surge is something we’ve all had at one time or another. It heightens your awareness levels and makes you feel like Achilles, or maybe just like a deer in the headlights. Whatever direction it takes with you, it is a tangible response to something unusual that you did not expect, e.g., buying a ‘forbidden’ object like a gun or calling a plumber who turns out to be your misperceived enemy. This seems to be peculiar to the Leftards who view anyone or anything ‘Other’ – not their normal social contact, or maybe a weapon or a word or a color – as threatening when the implied threat exists only in their minds. Their mental Closet Monsters are present in that adrenaline surge, and they want the Closet Monsters to be in charge. They really do.

    This seems to generate a universal characteristic of the worshipers of the Closet Monsters, who wept bitter tears and continue to do so over a contest they didn’t win. They were hoping desperately, almost slavishly, for the rise of the Closet Monster, someone who would dominate them the way their parents and schoolteachers did not. They’ve grown from nearly illiterate grade schoolers to college grads with useless degrees, heavy debt and no direction, forming an entire population demographic of Eloi surface dwellers who will mindlessly march to destruction once the Morlocks sound the alarm. These overgrown children really do want to be told what to do.

    The difference between the worshipers of the Closet Monsters and the rest of their generation is the gathering of 5 million Cubs fans in Chicago on a chilly but sunny and welcoming October day in the fall of 2016. They were orderly, happy, nondestructive, smart, and hard-working, many wearing team shirts, and many who had come several thousand miles for that historic Homecoming Parade. There were many more millions of people who watched that parade on TV because they couldn’t get to Chicago or didn’t want to be in the crowds.

    In contrast, before, during and after the 2016 elections, the worshipers of the Closet Monsters were protesting in the streets, damaging property in some cities, and shouting their hatred of anyone not like them as loudly as possible, even making death threats. Strangely, none of them were wearing team shirts of any kind.

    When the election results were totaled, their tiny little minds imploded. The very things that they wanted, e.g., a demi-god dictating every minute of their silly lives, are now the horrific qualities they scream about in the media. They make up lies and then believe their own baloney and elevate their own levels of adrenaline and fear to an unconscionable degree, while the rest of us point at them and laugh.

    Looks like the Closet Monsters really did win this game, after all.

  • Good People vs. Grinches

    Good People vs. Grinches

    Christmas Cat Tree 2005

    It’s that time of year again, when Grinches start emerging from the woodwork, grumbling about the happiness of Others and trying to spoil it. We’ve seen them here, too, but usually there is a balance to it.

    There’s that Santa story which recently appeared on TAH and in the media. It was touching and got a lot of media attention. Whether or not it happened is immaterial to me. It’s that time of year. But somehow, the grinches just had to come out of the woodwork. They had to dissect it down to the molecule, because they don’t really believe in Santa Claus, and they didn’t get the Barbie doll or the Daisy BB rifle that they really wanted, so they hate Christmas.

    There’s a part in most of us that actually believes people will do what they said they’d do. It’s a moment when skepticism is suspended and you say ‘Thank you for the offer to help out.’ Someone did offer to do something for me and someone else, but I didn’t expect a free ride and I said so. In fact, he confirmed what he said he’d do with two other people. And then he welshed on it. Basically, he lied to four people. Now he refuses to respond to contact. It’s going to be a rough year ahead, but I’ll take care of it for the other person and me. However, this jerk should know that he is persona non grata. Yes, he knows who he is, as do other people.

    Something like that can kill your perception of people as basically good. But there is a balance to it, which gives me hope, however tenuous it may be, that not everyone is like that.

    Where I live, there is a good public transit system with buses available in my area. I decided to test it, because my car is not reliable at all right now. And due to this unexpected expense, the car will have to wait a while for attention from those hot Cuban guys at the shop.

    The transit buses have a schedule which I can check online, so I ran some errands using the bus. And they are right on time! You have to be at the bus stop ahead of schedule, because they will be there per schedule. The drivers are nice people who will drop the ramp if they need to and they’ll give you a hand if you need it.

    On Wednesday, the temperature wasn’t so bad, but the wind was that nasty katabatic wind you get in Antarctica and Greenland – nothing fazes it and no hill is an obstacle to it. I had popped on layers of thermals meant for skiing plus my showshoeing boots that I bought about 8 years ago. Those will take you down to -35F and they’re waterproof. My ski jacket will also keep you warm down to -35F. I was dressed for this wretched weather. The only place I felt the wind was going up the hill to the bus stop. But while I was waiting at a crosswalk for the light to change, this taxi pulls up in front of me. The driver drops the window and asks if I wanted a ride. I said I was only going over to the bank and that I had some errands to run. He said ‘Get in.’ But the bank was less than a 100 yards away, and I told him I meant to take the bus to run those errands and then stop at Aldi. He insisted that I get in, as he wasn’t due at work for a while yet, so I got in, he dropped me at the bank, and wouldn’t take any pay. Well, gas costs money, so I made him take enough for a gallon and thanked him. He works down in the city. Nice guy. I wished him a happy Christmas.

    I did my business at the bank and went out to the bus stop around the corner where the wind was coming in really nasty gusts by then. The cold was nothing by comparison. I was there about 10 minutes ahead of the bus, hanging onto the bus stop signpost and finally, here comes the bus! The other passengers got off and the driver saw another passenger coming to join me, so he dropped the platform a few inches and I got on, followed by the other passenger.

    I told the driver where I wanted to get off the bus. He said, “They haven’t cleaned that parking lot yet, but there are some clear spots where I can let you off,” and that’s where he dropped me. Nice guy, lots of driver stories to tell, too.

    I ran my errands and then headed down the hill to Aldi, my last errand. On that particular hill, the wind flows in both directions. If you’re going up, it hits you in the face like a brick. Ditto, if you’re going down the hill. There are places where the wind tunnel effect rises, even if there’s nothing to create it. But Aldi wasn’t far, so I slogged on until someone honked at me from across the street. I looked over there, and it was that taxi driver again. He pulled over next to me and said, ‘Get in’ again, and dropped me right at the door to the store, refused to take another tip, and headed out to the highway to go south to the city. Like I said, a really nice guy.

    I did my shopping. Oranges were 4 lbs for $2.00, and they are beautiful. I could not resist them.
    I had the number for a reliable taxi service for local short runs, so I called and asked the dispatcher if I could get a ride, and said that I had a full load of groceries, too. She put me on hold for a minute, came back and said, ‘You’ll have a ride within 30 minutes, and I’ll text the confirmation to you.’ Good company. I will use them from now on. I watched the parking lot and in about eight minutes, here comes the taxi, a van with sliding doors. Yes, I kept checking the time. I went out to make sure the taxi was mine, and it was. And the driver? Well, she not only helped me get my stuff into her car, she pulled a Madea on a guy in a Mercedes (shopping at Aldi???) for honking at me while I’m loading groceries. Went off at him like a blowtorch. “Can’t you see this lady with her groceries?? You’re driving a Mercedes! What’samatter wit’ you??” And then she told me to put my booty in the car first, because I couldn’t bend my knees with all that thermal wear. She was funnier than a porcupine in a bag of marshmallows. I briefly wondered if she was a reincarnation of my Aunt Hattie, who used to say the same things. When we got to my house, she helped me get the stuff out of her car, and gave me her direct number if I needed just a short ride locally. I never had that much fun with city cab drivers. Must be the air in the ’burbs or something.

    I thanked her, gave her a fat tip for being so prompt and helping me, and I left the milk and eggs sitting in the snow on my front steps while I dragged stuff indoors.

    I still needed cat food. I decided to not wait, but rather, walk over to Walmart for it. I need the exercise. The walk over wasn’t so bad, but the wind was picking up. It was later in the day, and I didn’t want to wait. Again, I was dressed for it, but when I came out of the store, the wind had picked up fiercely enough to make you walk horizontal, and snow was drifting everywhere. I leaned into it head first, slogging my way across the parking lot, thinking about hot cocoa and chicken soup, and as I’m muttering curses under my breath at Shu, the Egyptian Weather God, I hear this voice saying “Ma’am, do you need a ride?” I looked around, and here’s this guy in a parked car with his window down, asking me if I need a ride. I said my house was just a short distance, but he offered to drive me home.

    He said he was just waiting for his mother and sister. Yes, I know: don’t get into a car with a stranger. That’s what Mom told me. But I got no bad vibes from him. I said it was less than a mile, but he still gave me a ride. I said my house wasn’t a palace, but it was mine. He said he was about to be evicted. When I asked why, he said he was a felon, he’d been working as a subcontractor on a housepainting job but the individual who owned the house found out about him and let him go. He wouldn’t take any money for the lift, either. I guess he’s trying to make up for his past malfeasance. All I could do was tell him he was a good man, and when he picked up his mother he should tell her that she raised a good son. Nobody’s perfect. I hope he stays on the straight and narrow. That’s my Christmas wish.

    That’s my story: the Good People outweigh the jerks. The Good People frequently come out of nowhere, don’t do anything spectacular, but they make up for the jerks and grinches. And I don’t care whether anyone believes my story or not. It’s Christmas.

    Oh, yeah: if anyone wants to send John Mallernee a card or a little gift, I’m sure he’d appreciate it. He likes shortbread cookies. I sent Jonn his mailing address. He’s kind of housebound since his back surgery, so I don’t think he gets out a lot.

    Those are cat show ribbons on my Christmas tree. The cats would destroy the other ornaments, but they leave the ribbons alone.

    Merry Christmas.

  • Moving On to Other Things

    Moving On to Other Things

    It’s been almost six weeks now – count ‘em! – since Donald Trump was declared the winner of the November 8, 2016 presidential election. In the aftermath of a cantankerous campaign season filled with slaps, smacks and broad insults, things went forward as they should. No one was, to my knowledge, threatened with retribution at the polling places for not voting a certain way, and unless there is some odd bit of uncounted this and that, the full poll vote count is completed. I haven’t even heard any more about electoral voters asking for the ‘faithless’ label.

    During this past campaign season, Jill Stein, the Greenies candidate, offered what I consider to be impractical solutions and nonsensical ideas to potential voters, with no thought to the long-term effects of her plans, and not even a short nod to the real concerns of those she was addressing. I didn’t follow her campaign very much, mostly because I think she’s a birdbrain, and anyway, it was all about her. Yes, I can dig into the short-term production costs of some of her proposals, but the long-term costs are much higher than she can possibly imagine, and I won’t go into that right now. Let me just summarize the Greenies as merely another bunch of shortsighted petty tyrants who know nothing practical about much of anything. Frankly, I’m not sure they even understand that the Earth can take care of herself and destroy our entire species in the blink of an eye. It’s happened before, repeatedly.

    While it was a contentious campaign, frequently full of animosity and reactionary rhetoric and twitterpating, in the end, one side won and the other lost and that is when The Howlings started. That is when heinous behavior erupted from irresponsible and quarrelsome brats whose idea of maturity was to say ‘someone has to die’ because their side lost the election. Threats, misbehavior, foiled attempts to destroy private property – well, it all failed. There is a protest march planned for January 21, 2017, but the online squabbling over what to call it shows that there are cracks opening in the base of that side of the political fence. Maybe that fence is made out of plastic, which does not hold up well under real use. It appears to be slowly disintegrating. There was, in fact, a press conference held on Pearl Harbor Day, but I only found out about it by trying to track down info regarding the January protest march. It appears that most of us are moving on and no one is paying any attention to the claims by The Howlings of imagined wrongs. Even those noisy Oregon protesters gave up and went home when it got cold and snowy, didn’t they?

    Jill Stein’s feeble attempts to meddle with a legitimate function of our government, the national election for the office of President, have met with defeat. The recount lawsuit in Pennsylvania was dropped by Stein’s group because of the cost of the lawsuit.

    While you’re taking that in, this article in Fortune Magazine says, in plain English, that the judge who canceled the Michigan recount demanded by Jill Stein did so because Stein has no legal basis for making that demand.

    Finally, in Wisconsin, a state in which ballots are counted by an optical reader and the voting booths and ballots are not connected to the internet at all, the state started its own recount before Stein even shot off her big mouth. The WI recount has now found an extra 49 votes for Clinton, which is nice but doesn’t change the results.

    While Stein whined, she completely ignored Wisconsin’s voting procedures, insisting that the state’s computers may have been hacked when there is no internet connection to the voting process. That’s a good indication of her attention to detail, isn’t it? Remember that in 2020. So much for trying to interfere with a legal process in a free country, you skank! Blow it out your shorts!

    This next story is what I really like about the lamestream media: all sorts of allegations but no real verification of sources. We get the news from some anonymous CIA tipster that Russian hackers did naughty things with hacking e-mails and balloting systems, and stuff. But never fear, Obama is on it! And yet — well, I think it simply did not make a whole lot of difference, because the people who cook up this kind of media release forget that the rest of us are capable of thinking for ourselves. And we have important things to consider.

    The Middle Eastern war has already scaled up to full warfare instead of just sniping and IEDs. Mosul may fall shortly. People are starting to bail out, despite the ISers attempts to stop them. There are lots of oil well fires to put out elsewhere in Iraq, all started by Daesh, like the scumbags they are. Aleppo has been completely trashed. Mosul isn’t much better, but the inner city has not yet been breached. Personally, I’d blow the Mosul Dam and let Nature take its course. But that’s just me.

    I’ve said this before and will keep saying it: if you are paying attention, then you know that political changes are in the air everywhere, especially in the UK, Europe and here, because people are fed up with being nice and generous, and then being run over roughshod by uncivilized thugs of all sorts. It is everywhere. They all want their cities, states and countries back.

    It is not about exclusiveness. It is about NOT taking a dump in your host’s living room or trashing his house. When you do that, you become an unwelcome, unwanted guest, and you may be shoved right out the door into the street. And the cops don’t like vagrants, either.

    Over the next 85 to 90 years, things will be changing slowly and changing a lot. I think it will be for the better. There is no reason that industries we’ve lost can’t come back home, you know. We’re at the start of a new cycle that will play itself out, no matter what. We are The Inventors. Others just copy what we do.

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    All the noisy protests in the world cannot stop it. And those protesters would be far better off spending time helping the Society of St. Andrew with gleaning unwanted or donated produce from farms where it will otherwise be thrown out or sent to landfills. With people gleaning the farm fields, the produce is sent to food banks and soup kitchens. The total to date is 793 million pounds of usable produce that would otherwise have been tossed out.

    Is it Trump’s job to clean up Obama’s mess? Yes, unfortunately, it is his job. I don’t particularly like him, but I think he’s smart enough to do it and make it last.

    All I’m saying is give him a chance.